I belong to you. There is no one else. All I want is to be where you are.

I'd basically described myself: a quiet, studious bookworm who would go to bed at a decent hour. A non-partier who wouldn't bring a parade of boys through our room, or make it the floor headquarters for beer pong.

Now don't laugh 'cause I just might be...the soft curve in your hardline. (from the song "Hardliners" by Holcombe Waller)

Jackie?" "It wasn't your fault.

It isn't fair how I doubt him, and I wonder if he'll ever gather that my loss of faith extends further than I'd ever known it would, severing lines of trust and leveling my confidence like a city-flattening tornado.

The way he kissed me felt like a brand. Like he was tattooing himself under my skin.

That's how they say it: He loves you in his own way. Well, what about my way? What if I need for him to love me in my way?